This was a sad story with moments of sweetness and sass. I think it was a bit more depressing for me than what the the author probably intended. From age 19, Oona is jumping from one random year in her life to the next, never knowing what year or bodily age she will be entering. The reader is living those first “jumps” in time right along with Oona and therefore, not always knowing what happened in the preceding years. This might sound confusing, but the author was very adept with story fluidity, regardless of the jumps in time. She used those “jumps” wisely as she slowly revealed plot points to maintain reader curiosity and to show character growth. My feelings of melancholy stemmed from empathy for the heroine’s loss of meaningful relationships beyond her immediate family, as well as her unfamiliarity of preceding years which made her vulnerable to disappointing missteps and the harmful motives of others. There were moments of sweetness and hope, but they were few compared to the inevitable heartbreaks. In the end, I kind of felt that her life was meant to play out a certain way and the time-jumping was her "normal." I can't think too hard about it or it makes me weary with the innumerable emotional repercussions of living such a life.